Versuri Enslaved - Kvasirs Blod

A war ruled
in ancient timesBetween the holy races, the Vanirs and the AcesWhen peace came, the deities unitedFrom a bowl filled with spit
rose Kvasir

"Wise he becomes, he drinks the holy meadThe blood of Kvasir, but not he who drinksFrom the spilled mead that
drippedFrom the falcon"

Kvasir the father of poets by dwarf hands he diedFrom the blood of Kvasir they made the mead of
poets,The holy drinkFjalar and Galar once murdered Gilling the Giant,The father of SuttungEnraged, Suttung demanded
justice to be fullfilledThe blood of Kvasir became the mead of Suttung

Grimne flew out from ValhallaIn the shape of the
falconTo the home of Giants and to NitbergBauge was decived, and Gunnlod betrayed

Out from Nitberg the falcon
flewFinally Kvasir should return to AasgardBut when the mead disappeared Suttung became furiousOut, in the shape of the eagle
he followedSadly, Grimne had to spill from his valuable treasureWhich led to the making of the false poetsThe falcon flew home
to his domainsAnd Suttung flew into the flames of Tjalve